I'm not paraniod... I'm realistic.
Mar. 10th, 2009 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladydraceOk... that does it. I give up on today.
Woke up too early, but felt kinda ok. So I dared to hope it was going to be a better day. Buuuuuuut no.
My plan was to clean the rattie cage today. Just to clarify, it's HUGE! So it's an all day job. First thing I see when I approach the cage is one of my girl ratties with a huge abcess behind her ear, making her head tilt to one side. That means a trip to the vet soon and loss of money I hadn't planned. That basically ran me back down into the pit, so I went back to bed in the hope that a few hours of sleep would help.
Got out of bed 3 hours later, still feeling crappy, but determined to get the damn cage cleaned. I hardly started before I found one of my boy ratties dead. He wasn't even all stiff yet, so he must have died this morning. That was just it. I snapped. I wailed and cried and kicked and screamed about the unfairness of life. I let most of my rage out on the cage, so it got cleaned... rather violently I must say.
So here I am now. Scratched, bumped, filthy, sweaty and mourning. I'm too drained to even consider a shower yet, so I'll just sit here and cry and stink for a bit.
The boy who died was named Robin. Full name: Sir Robin, The Not Quite So Brave As Sir Lancelot. (Monty Python fans should know what this means.)
He was young and should have had at least one more good year in him. And last night at feeding time, he was looking happy and healthy. So I'm really in shock about it.
Here he is right after I brought him home as a little fuzzy baby. Skittish, but adorable.
And here he is about 3 months ago. On the floor goofing around.
I miss him already. :'o(
Woke up too early, but felt kinda ok. So I dared to hope it was going to be a better day. Buuuuuuut no.
My plan was to clean the rattie cage today. Just to clarify, it's HUGE! So it's an all day job. First thing I see when I approach the cage is one of my girl ratties with a huge abcess behind her ear, making her head tilt to one side. That means a trip to the vet soon and loss of money I hadn't planned. That basically ran me back down into the pit, so I went back to bed in the hope that a few hours of sleep would help.
Got out of bed 3 hours later, still feeling crappy, but determined to get the damn cage cleaned. I hardly started before I found one of my boy ratties dead. He wasn't even all stiff yet, so he must have died this morning. That was just it. I snapped. I wailed and cried and kicked and screamed about the unfairness of life. I let most of my rage out on the cage, so it got cleaned... rather violently I must say.
So here I am now. Scratched, bumped, filthy, sweaty and mourning. I'm too drained to even consider a shower yet, so I'll just sit here and cry and stink for a bit.
The boy who died was named Robin. Full name: Sir Robin, The Not Quite So Brave As Sir Lancelot. (Monty Python fans should know what this means.)
He was young and should have had at least one more good year in him. And last night at feeding time, he was looking happy and healthy. So I'm really in shock about it.
Here he is right after I brought him home as a little fuzzy baby. Skittish, but adorable.
And here he is about 3 months ago. On the floor goofing around.
I miss him already. :'o(
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Date: 2009-03-10 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-10 05:20 pm (UTC)Oh, my dear. *hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-10 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-10 06:25 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-10 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-11 12:02 am (UTC)Ahavia
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Date: 2009-03-11 04:26 am (UTC)Those are the most adorable pictures...
Losing a pet is so hard. People who don't have pets can't know. It's devistating.
[gentle hugs and back-pats]